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Loki pretended to take a sip of the cheap wine his variants were drinking. Right now he needed to think and alcohol wouldn’t help with that.
He leaned back. ‘So… did any of you ever meet a female version of us?’
The Loki who looked like Thor raised his eyebrows. ‘Dude, have you seen yourself?’
Loki blinked. ‘What-’
‘Isn’t your gender fluid? All of ours are. Well, we’re not sure about the alligator, but you get the picture.’
‘I mean…’ Loki looked at Kid Loki and Old Loki. Kid Loki nodded. Old Loki leaned closer.
‘Are you self-conscious about that?’
‘You don’t have to ask him, old bastard,’ Thor-Loki commented. He turned back to Loki. ‘See, a lot of us were self-concious about it once, but when you live in a world where almost everyone is a genderfluid Loki-variant, it quickly becomes the norm.’
‘Ah-ha…’ That made sense. ‘Then, do you know of a Loki variant that is female right now?’
Thor-loki laughed. ‘That’s a matter of time.’
Loki rolled his eyes. ‘Female for the majority of the time, then? Or at least always female-presenting?’
Thor-Loki grinned. ‘Too late. I am already out of that phase. Now it’s more fifty-fifty, I’d say?’
Kid-Loki glared at him. ‘He’s clearly looking for someone. You’re just being an asshole.’
‘He’s asking stupid questions!’
‘No, you’re an asshole!’
‘That’s a fowl word for someone your age! Does your mom let you say that?’
‘You know full well she does!’
While the other two argued in the background, Old Loki once again leaned closer to Loki. ‘If you don’t mind me asking again: Does it make you feel self-conscious?’
Loki hesitated, before shrugging. ‘I mean… perhaps. Even if people accept it, they tend to not understand, you know?’
Old-Loki nodded. ‘Of course I know. As much of an idiot as Loki is, he does have a point: We all felt that way. It might take some time, but soon enough you’ll start feeling more comfortable with it, even around people who aren’t literally you.’
Loki nodded. ‘Thanks.’ He watched on as Kid-Loki and Thor-Loki threw cups at each other. His thoughts wandered to Sylvie. Didn’t she ever feel more comfortable as a man? He hadn’t seen her as one. Perhaps she liked it better this way.
He hoped she was safe, where-ever she was now.